Chapter 657: Boss Du

The gunshot.

Zhang Yong immediately gracefully crouched down.

Haha.

This is a life-saving move.

I originally wanted to lie down. But, it seems unnecessary?

After all, there are many people around him. As soon as the gunshot, the people around him surrounded him in the middle.

Good. This is a good move. It is worth encouraging.

A high salary of one dollar a day for everyone. But it's not just spent on anything.

If you want people to risk their lives, you have to solve their financial problems first.

Layers upon layers.

Dense.

The Thompson submachine gun can't even penetrate it. It's absolutely safe.

Frown.

Who fired the gun? And at whom?

No other gunshots were heard. This indicates that the fire was unilateral. There may not have been any enemies at all. Maybe it was a misfire?

Crouch.

Listen.

No more gunshots were heard.

Map surveillance also did not reveal any unusual figures. There were no suspicious weapons signs.

'Lv Hai.'

'Here!'

'Go and check it out!'

'Yes!'

Lv Hai immediately took someone with him to enquire about the situation.

He quickly returned and reported that the guard soldier had fired into the air. It was purely a warning. No one was hit.

At that time, someone was trying to break through the guard company's line of defence.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the people trying to charge up immediately dispersed. They fled without a trace. The Shanghai police station has already sent someone to investigate.

A minor incident.

No one minded.

Zhang Yong slowly got up.

Soon, the motorcade was gone. The wharf gradually returned to calm.

Well, this time it was really nothing.

As Chen Yunde went to Nanjing, naturally someone else was in charge of security. It had nothing to do with Zhang Yong.

He was in charge of the outer perimeter and had already completed his task.

Look at the time. It was time for dinner.

Jianhu Xiaozhu was supposed to have dinner ready, but Zhang Yong was too lazy to go back.

That so-called Joint Investigation Team is a complete waste of time. They don't know how to get started. If they had the time, they could catch more Japanese spies.

Every day, they spend hundreds of dollars, and the pressure is enormous...

Let's go. Find somewhere to eat.

Suddenly, a white dot with a label appeared on the map.

Zhang Yong frowned lightly.

Li Yuanqing.

He actually showed up?

This guy. He defected to the Japanese and is still so active?

Good, go get him.

Knock him out. Stab him once more.

Tie him up and throw him into the sea with a stone.

Or drag him back to the garage and bury him in a deep pit. Make sure no one knows.

Immediately, he waves his hand. He leads the men to quietly approach.

Soon after, they do see Li Yuanqing. They discover that the other party has disguised himself. It is almost impossible to tell from the outside.

Strange.

What does he need to disguise himself?

He has defected to the Japanese, so it seems that he doesn't need to put on makeup.

Suddenly...

Zhang Yong spots a familiar figure.

I don't know his name. But I've seen him before. He's from the Party Investigation Department.

Think harder. I remember now. He's one of Jin Lin's men. Yes, he's one of Jin Lin's men. I saw him before when I tried to interfere with Jin Lin's good deed.

His memory is like Duan Yu's Six-Sided Divine Sword. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes he forgets important things, but sometimes he remembers even the most insignificant people. Since Jin Lin's men are here, Jin Lin must be nearby.

He raised his binoculars and silently observed.

Sure enough, behind the spy he was following, there were several weapon symbols.

One of them had a marked white dot. It was Jin Lin. The last time they met, Zhang Yong had marked him. As long as Jin Lin appeared, he could be found.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yong noticed something strange.

Jin Lin's subordinate spy was following Li Yuanqing. It wasn't as if it was just a coincidence. But Li Yuanqing had already discovered it.

This subordinate of Jin Lin's has not yet realised. He still thinks he has successfully followed him.

Little does he know that Li Yuanqing is a police officer himself. According to Zhu Yuan, Li Yuanqing's operational capabilities are very strong. How could he be easily followed?

The problem is, Zhang Yong can't figure it out.

Why would Jin Lin's subordinate follow Li Yuanqing? It doesn't make sense!

Is Jin Lin also arresting Japanese spies?

That's crossing the line!

You can't just arrest Japanese spies whenever you like.

That's the job of the Special Investigation Department of the RPF. You should be arresting communists...

Wait a minute.

A ridiculous thought suddenly occurred to Zhang Yong.

The Special Investigation Department arrests communists. They are following all suspected communists. If you work backwards...

Oh, no. Could Li Yuanqing be a communist?

How could that be?

How could...

For a moment, Zhang Yong's mind went blank.

He had thought that Li Yuanqing was a traitor. He had already defected to the Japanese invaders. But he could actually be a member of the Red Party.

He was stunned.

Which should he believe?

Should he trust his own judgment or the Party Affairs Investigation Department?

In the end, Zhang Yong decided to trust the latter.

His own abilities were limited. His judgment was poor. He often got things wrong.

But the guys at the Party Affairs Investigation Department definitely wouldn't make mistakes when it came to catching members of the Red Party. That was their forte.

In other words, it was almost certain that Li Yuanqing was a member of the Red Party.

So the question was...

How could Li Yuanqing be a member of the Red Party? He was clearly a traitor.

If Zhu Yuan had been a traitor, Zhang Yong might have believed it. After all, Zhu Yuan was a slippery one.

He was always there at the right time, and it was impossible to say that he wasn't being helped.

But who could have helped him so much?

Could it have been the Red Party? Definitely not. The Red Party didn't have that kind of power.

Unless it's the Japanese...

Oh no!

The more I think about it, the more I feel my heart racing.

I feel like my judgment is... really bad. I can't see through people at all.

Who is the Red Party? Who is the traitor?

Or are they all the Red Party? Or are they all traitors?

I don't know how the revolutionary predecessors could tell who was on their side. If I were in their shoes, I'd probably be completely lost...

He silently stares at Jin Lin.

Jin Lin is obviously being careful. He dares not get too close.

It seems that he knew what Li Yuanqing was capable of. He only sent one subordinate to stay close by. The others stayed well back.

He thought that this would be foolproof. But in the end, Li Yuanqing discovered him.

Suddenly...

Li Yuanqing was close to the white dot.

He quietly moved around to the side of the secret agent following him.

How clever...

But what was he going to do?

And then...

Zhang Yong was shocked to discover that the white dot representing the secret agent following him had disappeared.

Disappeared? What's going on? There's only one possibility: he's dead. He's been killed. In other words, Li Yuanqing killed the spy who was following him.

This guy...

He actually killed someone. He killed the spy who was following him.

I didn't expect that...

He played a timing game.

Jin Lin, who was behind him, hadn't caught up yet. The person had already been killed.

Just as expected, he was decisive and efficient.

When Jin Lin caught up, all he would see was a corpse.

However, by doing so, Li Yuanqing had revealed his identity. Someone had been killed, so how could Jin Lin let it go?

He frowned.

He saw Li Yuanqing quickly walking away and entering a building.

Since there was no mark on the map, Zhang Yong was not sure where Li Yuanqing had gone in. However, he stopped moving inside.

There was no one else in the building. Li Yuanqing was all alone.

Zhang Yong pondered in silence.

Should I go and have a look?

Should I try to find out what Li Yuanqing is up to?

Arrest the guy and find out which side he's on.

But then he thought again. Zhang Yong gave up.

It wasn't that he couldn't arrest the guy. It was that he couldn't tell which side he was on. He wasn't Li Yuanqing's match.

Li Yuanqing could be a traitor. He could be a Red. The map didn't give any clues as to which one it was. So it could be either.

Zhang Yong didn't have enough evidence to tell. He had to hold off for now.

The map shows that Jin Lin soon arrives at the place where his agent was killed. He then stops there. He is obviously trying to work out where Li Yuanqing has gone.

A few minutes later, Jin Lin continues the pursuit with his men. However, they never find Li Yuanqing.

Soon afterwards, Jin Lin and his men leave the map area.

Only Li Yuanqing is still hiding alone in that building. He hardly moves.

Very clever.

He has actually managed to avoid Jin Lin's pursuit.

The problem is that by doing so, he has effectively fallen under Jin Lin's radar. It will be difficult for him to go out and about in the future.

Unless he goes back to the concession, otherwise, once he comes out, he is likely to be arrested by the secret police.

Take care...

'Lu Hai.'

'Here!'

'Let's find somewhere to eat!'

'Okay!'

Lu Hai agreed.

These bald men of theirs are a bit special.

They always keep a vegetarian diet. They don't even eat eggs. As a result, they have a very big appetite.

They usually start with at least three bowls of rice. Some even eat five or six bowls. So, they can't be served in ordinary restaurants.

There isn't enough rice.

However, they do have an advantage. They eat vegetarian food themselves. But they don't prevent others from eating meat.

It seems that Zhang Yong is going to eat meat. They don't object either.

The meat-eaters sit at one table. The vegetarians sit at another. Everyone is fine with each other. They cooperate happily.

They found a restaurant nearby and immediately told the owner to cook more rice. There were thirty people. Most of them were rice pots.

Li Yuanqing left the range of the map monitor. Zhang Yong stopped paying attention.

After a lot of trouble, they finally had enough to eat.

They looked at the time and it was already past nine in the evening.

They went home.

They were going back to Jianhu Xiaozhu.

But then...

Li Yuanqing appeared again.

This time, he moved extremely fast. It felt like he was riding a bicycle.

Confused...

Is this guy being chased?

Then he noticed several white dots with weapon symbols appearing at the edge of the map.

They were moving towards Li Yuanqing from the northwest.

It really was a chase.

Zhang Yong had originally stood up. He sat back down again.

'Team leader...'

'Something's up. Get your gear.'

'Yes!'

Lü Hai and the others immediately drew their guns.

Those using rifles immediately occupied the high ground. They stared around from a commanding position.

There are more than 30 people, each with a pistol or a revolver. But there are only four rifles. They are all Ma Si Huan rifles. There are no scopes.

What a pity...

The system gave me these useless handcuffs...

I wanted a scope...

Suddenly...

a thought occurred to him.

He noticed that there was an extra scope in his personal space.

What a surprise.

He quickly took it out.

He noticed that it was the same scope as the one used by Ma Si Huan.

Oh, what a pleasant surprise.

This system is really good!

"White Wolf!'

Zhang Yong called down a sharpshooter.

This White Wolf is not a baldie. He is a veteran of the 19th Route Army. His marksmanship is very good.

He only has a code name. It is White Wolf. He has no name.

'Here you go.'

Zhang Yong handed the scope to White Wolf.

White Wolf was very surprised. After thanking him, he immediately took the scope and went up.

He knows how to use this thing. He has seen it before.

With the help of the scope, he was like a tiger with wings. He could see the distant target more clearly.

At this time, Li Yuanqing was also getting closer and closer to the restaurant.

It was not known whether it was intentional or unintentional. Li Yuanqing seemed to know that Zhang Yong was here and had been running towards him.

At the same time, behind Li Yuanqing, there were more and more gunmen chasing him.

At the beginning, there were seven of them. Now there were fifteen.

Everyone had a gun.

But Li Yuanqing didn't.

Nor was Jin Lin in the crowd. Strange. It wasn't even Jin Lin's men.

Could it be that the Party's Department of Investigation had nothing to do with it?

Zhang Yong studied the situation, walked to the second-floor window, and raised the binoculars.

He finally saw Li Yuanqing. He noticed that Li Yuanqing was not riding a bicycle. He was walking. Running. Stumbling.

Huh?

Was he injured?

There had been no gunshots just now!

That meant that Li Yuanqing's injury was not from a gunshot.

Then what was it?

Was he stabbed with a dagger?

That's a bit ridiculous.

With his caution, Kurimoto Seishiro wouldn't have been so easily ambushed.

But you never know. Underground struggles are full of twists and turns and hidden currents. Everyone wears a mask. Betrayal is commonplace.

In spy dramas, even husbands and wives can betray each other. Not to mention comrades?

Judge Kurimoto Seishiro's direction of movement.

Hide quietly in the corner of the turning wall.

Li Yuanqing appears.

He is walking quickly. He doesn't notice the ambush.

Then...

Poof!

Zhang Yong strikes decisively.

A club falls.

Li Yuanqing feels a blackout, and the world spins.

Then...

He passes out in a magnificent display.

Zhang Yong waves his hand. Immediately, someone comes up and helps Li Yuanqing up. They take him into the restaurant.

Then...

Zhang Yong also returned to the restaurant and waited silently for the people behind him to approach.

Fifteen guys with guns, but there was no Jin Lin in there. He didn't know what kind of people they were either. Of course, he had to hide behind the crowd.

Soon after, a large group of black-clad men charged up angrily.

They were all carrying shotguns.

They were all dressed in a messy manner. They didn't look like someone from a certain place.

I guess they should be the subordinates of some gang boss. Half of them looked like riffraff. Their eyes were wild.

This kind of look is very familiar to Zhang Yong, and it is the look of someone who has been smoking opium.

'Stop!'

Lü Hai shouted.

Everyone around him raised their weapons at the same time.

The black-clad men froze.

Their faces suddenly changed.

What's going on?

An ambush?

Damn!

Sure enough, there were dark muzzles everywhere.

'Drop your guns!'

'Drop your guns!'

Lü Hai yelled.

The men in black looked at each other.

However, they did not lower their weapons.

'I will count to three, and then you will immediately lower your weapons!'

'We are agents of the Fuxing Society's Special Branch! I order you to immediately lower your weapons!'

'Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!'

Lu Hai continued to yell.

No one moved.

No one lowered their weapons.

Some even tried to raise their machine guns.

Good for them!

How brave!

How dare they try to resist.

The result was...

'Da-da-da...'

'Da-da-da...'

Thomson's machine gun began to whine. It carried a personal greeting.

Unknown. Armed. I told you to drop your weapons, but you refused. So you die.

What did Yan Shuangying say? How can someone like you change? You can't. So you die.

'Pupupup...'

'Pupupup...'

A violent rain of bullets rained down.

The black-clad men in the middle of the group suddenly fell one after the other.

The firepower of the Thompson submachine gun was no joke. And the machine gun fire from the Hana machine gun. It simply didn't give the black-clad men a chance to resist.

The white dots disappeared...

The white dots disappeared...

All the white dots disappeared...

In the end, all the black-clad men were dead.

Their bodies were all twisted on the ground. There were more than ten bullet holes in each of them.

The submachine guns were scattered all over the place.

There were a lot of them.

Some of the black-clad men were carrying two.

'Does anyone know them?' Zhang Yong asked casually.

No one answered.

Fine. No one knows them.

Never mind. First, collect all the weapons.

Even though they are all shotguns, they are still weapons. More people can be armed. Strengthen our own strength.

Fifteen people collected twenty shotguns.

If sold on the black market, a shotgun can sell for eighty dollars. Old money. Not paper money. If it is paper money, it is at least one hundred francs.

Don't think that just because you've seized so many submachine guns from the Japanese spies, they're worthless.

No matter how many there are, they're never enough. Our country, China, has a population of 400 million. If 1% of the population is armed, that's 4 million!

In fact, the military mobilisation rate of each of the major countries involved in World War II was above 5%. Some even exceeded 10%. So, China has at least 20 million soldiers.

If each person is armed with a gun, that would require 20 million guns. What a terrifying amount.

Of course, those industrial countries would have no problem. But for China, which cannot mass-produce weapons and ammunition, it is a huge problem.

Every gun is precious.

Every bullet is precious.

'Pan Hai, call the police station.'

'Yes.'

In fact, there is no need to call.

The gun fired. There are patrolmen peeping in the distance.

So they called over. Identified themselves. Asked about the situation. And finally asked, 'Do you know them?'

'Sir, it seems they work for Boss Du...'

'Which Boss Du?'

'The one...'

The patrolman grimaced. He didn't dare say the name.

Zhang Yong also reacted. How many Boss Dus were there in Shanghai? Of course it was that Boss Du.

No wonder the other party dared to resist. Hearing the name of the Fuxing Society's secret service, they weren't afraid. It turned out that Boss Du was backing them up.

This Boss Du is a real evergreen. He has been steadily growing his business for twenty years in Shanghai.

If it weren't for the founding of New China and the sweeping away of these gangsters, he would probably still be going strong.

He is a guy even the eldest son couldn't handle.

But when the People's Liberation Army arrived, they easily took care of him.

Now everyone is afraid of Boss Du. They are afraid of his revenge. But Zhang Yong is not afraid.

No matter how powerful you are, you are no match for the People's Liberation Army.

He waved his hand. He told the patrolman to leave. He told him to report to the higher-ups. He said that he, Zhang Yong, had killed the man.

What was the reason?

He said that he had been killed on the spot during an inspection of Japanese spies, and had put up fierce resistance.

In fact, it didn't matter what the report said. There was no right or wrong in this kind of thing. Du Yuesheng would definitely remember this grudge.

But Du Yuesheng was a crafty old fox, and he would definitely not get personally involved. He would only find other ways to cause trouble for him.

So...

Haha.

He has gained another enemy.

To be honest, I don't have any skills. But I'm absolutely good at attracting hatred.

Anyone who wants to kill Zhang Yong can probably line up from Shanghai to Nanjing. Maybe even further. They might have to go up the Yangtze and line up all the way to Wuhan!

Back to the present. Zhang Yong went to see Li Yuanqing.

He found Li Yuanqing awake. He was rubbing the back of his head and glaring at Zhang Yong.

This guy, he doesn't appreciate it.

Why didn't he hit him harder just now?

He could have been concussed...

'Captain Li,' Zhang Yong greeted with a smile.

'Did you hit me?' Li Yuanqing asked, his words dripping with venom.

'No way,' Zhang Yong shook his head decisively, "why would I hit you?'

Without waiting for Li Yuanqing to reply, Zhang Yong continued, "I'm so weak that I couldn't even hurt a chicken. How could I hit you? Don't you agree?'

Li Yuanqing: ...

It seems so.

Zhang Yong's individual combat effectiveness is indeed weak.

Any random secret agent could easily overpower him.

If he and Zhang Yong fought one-on-one, he could easily pin Zhang Yong to the ground and rub him.

But...

something just didn't feel right.

Zhang Yong looked as calm as ever. It was as if he had never been hit by Li Yuanqing's club.

'Boss Du's men assassinated you?'

'No.'

'Then your injury...'

Zhang Yong looked at Li Yuanqing's waist. The wound was at the waist.

It was clearly caused by a dagger. He was stabbed with a dagger. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, otherwise, his life would be in danger.

'They were seven against me. I killed three of them.'

'Why did you fight?'

'It's nothing.'

'Did you steal Boss Du's woman?'

'Nonsense. I was hiding in Boss Du's house for a while. I was encountered when I left.'

'Oh, I see...'

Zhang Yong nodded thoughtfully.

So that's why Jin Lin and the others didn't go in and search.

It turns out that the building that Li Yuanqing was hiding in belonged to Boss Du.

Jin Lin didn't dare to raid Boss Du's house. As a result, Li Yuanqing got away.

Then, Li Yuanqing thought he had escaped. Who knew that when he came out, he happened to meet Boss Du's men, and then...

Haha.

What a lively night.

Good.

Back to the topic.

'Captain Li, what are you doing out here so mysteriously?'